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His Hers & His

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by Quinn, Jane Leopold


  Rory pressed a button, but the elevator didn't rise.

  She gazed quizzically at the men. "Why are we here, Brede. What's going on?"

  "I should have told you earlier, Gwen, but I bought the penthouse in this building."

  "But you live in Memphis."

  "I asked to be transferred to Chicago. I can work just as easily from here."

  She was stunned. Contrary to his professions at dinner of finding her lovely and fascinating, he would, of course, move on to other women. He was a sugar daddy, after all. If he lived in Chicago, how could she stand to see him around town with other women on his arm? Feeling slightly sick with jealousy, she glanced away and said, "Well, I imagine that there are a lot more women in the dating pool here since Chicago's a much bigger city."

  "Gwen," he said, drawing her gaze back to him with a fingertip under her chin. "I'd like to spend more time with you."

  Her mouth dropped open. "Is Rory moving here too? I mean…um…" Her eyes widened when Rory pulled her to him and captured her mouth in a sensually consuming kiss. He moaned deeply in his throat, the vibration resonating on her lips.

  Brede stepped behind her, his hands on her hips. He pressed his cock to her ass and shimmied a little until it nestled in her crack. She tightened her grip on Rory's arms to give her leverage to push back at Brede. Then she was sandwiched between them, warm and tight, Brede's lips skimming her neck while Rory's ravaged hers.

  "Mm. Mm." She struggled to stop the kiss. "What's wrong with the elevator? We're not moving?"

  Brede pulsed his hips into her backside. "Oh, we're moving, darling."

  "I mean not up. Aren't we going to the --?"

  "No, I stopped the elevator," Rory said, dropping his hands to her thighs and pushing her skirt up.

  "Why? And what are you doing? There could be a camera in here," she whispered to Rory, pushing her skirt back down.

  "There's no camera. This is my private elevator. I made sure it was clean. I've been fantasizing about this ever since I decided to move here," Brede murmured in her ear as he pulled her back against him and held her skirt up at her waist.

  "Me too." Rory knelt in front of her and nuzzled his nose into the front of her panties.

  She whimpered.

  "Such a pretty little pussy," he murmured between kisses and nudges. He nipped at her thigh, at the skin of her hip above the elastic. His thumbs pressed and circled on the inside of her thighs, urging them wider.

  She was so focused on Rory that it took her a moment to realize what Brede was doing. Her head dropped back at the erotic sensation of Rory's hot breath over her pussy and the feel of his massaging fingers, and her eyes met Brede's in the reflection on the wall. He watched her, lips parted, eyes glittering with hunger.

  He slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders and lowered her top. She watched as her breasts popped free, barely realizing he held her wrists together behind her back which jutted her chest out. Her mouth opened as he enveloped one of her breasts in his large hand, balanced it, held it. Her nipples turned cherry red and she sobbed as they puckered and tightened into hard nubs. "Oh, God," she moaned.

  Rory pulled her panties off her hips, down her thighs, and parted her pussy lips with his long fingers.

  Her knees gave way, but Brede held her upright.

  Smooth lips, moist and firm, clamped around her clit. She shrieked Rory's name. He didn't suckle. She tried to shimmy her hips, but his hands gripped them tightly holding them still. The teasing was awful. And wonderful. His hot mouth, hot breath drove her insane. Why wouldn't he suck? Juices from her aching hole dripped down her thighs. She was open and vulnerable, and she needed--

  "Brede," she moaned his name. Her nipples ached too. He wasn't touching them, also teasing her unmercifully. How long were they going to keep her on the edge? She rolled her head against Brede's chest and met his gaze in the mirror. The light in the elegant elevator was dim, the mirror glazed so their figures were indistinct, but his brilliant blue eyes gleamed with approval.

  "One of you…both of you, do something," she begged.

  "Oooh, you greedy little girl," Brede responded. Rory couldn't say anything. His mouth was occupied. "What do you want, baby?"

  She couldn't move, couldn't make either one of them move either. Her body was one big aching erogenous zone. She sobbed, "My clit! Oh, God, suck my clit."

  Chapter Seven

  Rory's lips compressed.

  "Yes!" she screamed. "That's it. Suck it!"

  He suckled, and at the same time slid a finger into her sheath.

  "Fuck!" she cried out. He couldn't hold her steady with his finger in her hole. She pumped her hips into his face, couldn't keep them still.

  Brede closed thumb and forefinger around a nipple and rotated it, twisting until her top half shivered in ecstasy. Having her hands imprisoned behind her added to the eroticism of being trapped in an elevator with two gorgeous, rapacious men intent on showing her pleasure.

  Then she forgot. All rational thoughts disappeared as her body took over with sensations coming from every direction, racing to every tiny spot inside her.

  "Come on, baby." Brede's breath bathed her neck and ear. His lips traced her skin. "Do you like this? Does this feel good?"

  She caught his glance in the mirror. All she could do was nod and whimper, "Harder." Brede's pressure on her nipple increased, the pinch so good. Rory's fingers thrust into her vagina steadily and rhythmically while his lips suckled her clit like it was a nipple. She tried to control her climax, wanting the pleasure to last. She rolled her head and chanted, "No, no, no." Which meant yes, yes, yes.

  Rory crooked his finger, two or more fingers by now. She was stuffed full, ravishingly stretched and wanting more. She fought the constraints of Brede's hand around her wrists, not really wishing to be free, relishing the feeling of the capture, of being at their mercy, of savoring her sensations. The shelter of Brede's arm, his voice murmuring in her ear, the delight in Rory's mobile and talented tongue, it all finally and irrevocably pushed her over. Her hips pumped uncontrollably straining for completion, and afterward her throat was raw. She must have shrieked to high heaven.

  Never before had anything felt this extraordinary. Held tightly between them and ministered to by two men, she exploded in an orgasm like she'd never had before, all in an unmoving elevator.

  Holy shit. "Thank God there's no camera in here."

  Brede threw his head back and laughed, an all out rollicking laugh that shook both of them. Her hands were free, and she immediately slid them into Rory's hair imprisoning him still between her thighs.

  "Well, my friend," Rory said. "It seems we didn't do well enough if that's all she can say."

  "I mean…it was amazing," she stumbled over her words.

  Rory nuzzled her pussy and licked at the juices on her inner thighs.

  She moaned and arched her hips toward him. Reckless and savage, she'd come like a bomb had detonated, but her body wanted more. Blood raced through her veins and heated her skin. She looked at her two lovers enclosed in this small space and remembered a question from the first time.

  They'd sunk to the floor, all three pairs of legs tangled together. She lay in Brede's arms and Rory leaned back on the wall of the elevator, his hair mussed, his lips swollen and red. She was coated with perspiration, and breathed in the hot scent of sex and musk filling the small space.

  She reached for him and placed her fingers over his mouth. "You're very talented," she said in a wisp of a voice. Suddenly, sounding very serious and surprised at how much she wanted it, she continued, "Kiss each other. I want to watch you." This, she knew, was going somewhere completely different.

  She waited for Brede to stiffen in refusal, but he didn't. Rory glanced over her shoulder. Turning her head, her gaze followed. Brede licked his lips but didn't take his eyes off Rory. She felt a spurt of heat, of desire to see these two gorgeous men get it on. Would they do it?

  Tightening his arm around her, Brede m
urmured, "I'm not letting you go." But he reached out to cup Rory's neck and brush his thumb over the other man's chiseled jaw.

  The sight of the tender stroke and of Rory's lips parting drove like a spike of lust straight to her sex. Rory leaned into Brede's hand. What was in their minds as they gazed so seriously at each other? Did she have the right to ask them to kiss? Maybe they had no lustful thoughts about each other, and it was wrong to push this.

  "You don't…" she began to whisper.

  Rory leaned closer, his eyes flickered to her, their dark blue glittering like sunlight on a mountain lake, then they shut completely as his lips met Brede's.

  She watched in fascination. Their slightly parted lips touched delicately, then started to smooth over each other's, back and forth, small experimental sweeps, like they were learning the feel. Rory raised his hand to Brede's shoulder and pulled him closer. She held her breath, not wanting to distract either of them. She should get out of their way.

  Rory took over, the kiss turning fierce and open mouthed and wet. One handed, they clung to each other, their lips mashing, tongues teasing and thrusting. They both made little snuffling and growling noises in their throats, little clicks of sensuality.

  She bit her lower lip. Oh, Lord, they were getting into it. They were two beautiful men going at each other right in front of her. Wow. She tested Brede's hold on her and was able to slip out of his arms.

  Rory pushed him against the wall and started working on his shirt buttons. Brede answered with a low, guttural sigh of assent. His shirt opened, and Rory pinched one of Brede's nipples. Brede again answered with a growl and gripped Rory's head, clutching strands of his hair between his fingers.

  She wanted to be part of this, wanted to feast on Brede but was too enthralled to move.

  Rory tore his mouth away from Brede's and lowered it to his chest, taking the other nipple between his teeth.

  Brede groaned loudly and muttered, "Fuck."

  Rory rocked the nipple, not so delicately. Her own nipples throbbed with want. She, too, liked rough play, loved the sting of teeth biting sharply into the sensitive tissues. She cupped her aching breasts in her hands, crisscrossed over her chest but kept her eyes glued to the men.

  Brede reached for Rory's buttons, but Rory paused and quickly opened his own shirt and slid it off his shoulders. Brede's fingers were on him instantly, he thumbed and pinched the younger man's nipples, pulling and twisting the golden ring.

  She whimpered. The sensation, phantom but strong and sharp in her imagination, of the body piercing clutched at her insides, squeezed at her clit. How could she be even more aroused?

  Then Brede gripped Rory's belt buckle, opened it, slid the zipper down and released his cock.

  "Oh, my God," she moaned.

  Rory's cock was long and hard, the skin tight and deep red. Brede's fingers closed around its thick base. Rory's head fell back in pleasure at the pumping motion.

  Brede licked the drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit on the tip of the other man's cock. Closing his lips around the head, he suckled and lapped at it like an ice cream cone, while he slid his hand up and down the shaft.

  Rory groaned and thrust his hips. "Jesus, yes! Suck me," he begged.

  She and Brede did some subtle maneuvering and stretched Rory out onto his back. Brede took Rory's cock into his mouth again. His body shook, his muscles quivered and tightened.

  She knelt at Rory's side. He glanced at her with dazed, pleasure-gripped eyes and wrapped twitching fingers in her hair. She found another sharp pain/pleasure to turn her on. But this wasn't about her now. It was about the men.

  "Gwen." He shuttered his eyes and arched his hips as Brede suckled lavishly and loudly. "Kiss me."

  It wasn't graceful or even romantic. She mashed her lips on his open mouth. He cupped her head, holding her down and ate at her. She ate back, her fingers bracketing his cheeks. His grip tightened on her hair. She moaned into his mouth. Then she felt his lips go slack.

  He groaned loudly and cried, "Jesus, Brede!"

  She turned her head slightly to watch Rory come, watch Brede suction him up and swallow every last bit of his ejaculation. Tears dripped from her eyes. She'd never seen anything like it. Magnificent, erotic, arousing, she'd never thought one man blowing another could be like this.

  Brede stayed in place on Rory's cock, his cheeks still hollowed. His eyes fluttered, then he glanced at her.

  "Jesus, that was…nice," Rory whispered in a thin, high voice.

  Nice? She made eye contact with Brede.

  He slowly slid his mouth off the other man's cock, giving it a few more hard licks. "Nice?" He burst out laughing when Rory groaned again.

  Gwen joined him, grateful for the release of tension that it brought. She buried her nose on Rory's still quivering belly and chuckled, wetting his skin with her tears. Now the scent in this small space was even sharper with erotic musk. She glanced up at the two men, one still stretched out on the floor, the other kneeling between his thighs. "Do you realize what a hot sight you two make? I think I like being in this confined space."

  "I think I can second that," Rory said, his voice still quavering.

  "We might need some supplies though," Brede added with a grin.

  "Like pillows and quilts," Gwen said.

  "Lube…"

  Gwen's mouth dropped open, and her smile was wiped off her face. "Oh, my God," she sputtered. What am I getting myself into?

  "I think I'm through with the sugar daddy business," Brede said.

  "Me too," responded Rory, still breathing heavily.

  "I was never in it, and look at me now." Gwen blew out a short burst of air. She smiled wickedly at the direction her life had taken. She'd have to give Ada a big kiss for ditching these two glorious males, but it wasn't something she ever intended doing.

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  About the Author

  I’m one of the lucky ones -- a published author. My debut novel, Ancient Ties, received 4-½ Stars and Top Pick from Romantic Times and was nominated for Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Erotic Romance of 2006.

  It is my honor and pleasure to write romance. My tag line reads: My Romance: Love with a Scorching Sensuality. I love to wring every ounce of passion out of my characters and bring them together for their well-deserved Happily Ever After.

  I understand about HEA. I met and married my husband a bit later in life, so I know it can happen in real life. We live in Chicago, and my writing space overlooks the park and lakefront. My message to you is take that chance to do what you want in life, and more importantly, take the chance to fall in love. Please check out my website to read about my other wonderful stories.

  http://www.janeleopoldquinn.com/

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  Other Books by Jane Leopold Quinn

  Ancient Ties

  Home to Stay

  Undercover Lover

  A Promise at Dawn

  Mercenary Desires

  Winning Violetta

  Hot Under the Collar

  Valentine's Day

  I'll Be Your Last

 

 

 


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